broken fingers can't hold hands in the rain

I dream of your dead lifeless body
and awake to sweaty palms
and a panic attack
wondering if you made it
through another broken night

You hold death on your tongue
like the promise of a good night kiss
and I can't hold your face
any closer
or further away
because it makes no difference
to the rain in your eyes
and I won't be the one
to pull trigger

You hold death on your tongue
like a knife
and I refuse to be mugged
by your sadness
when I can't save you
from the abyss you dug yourself

I can't love you better
when your love leaves burns inside
that I can't heal with happy memories
and better days

I can't save us both from the dark

© Indie Adams 2021